Valley Of The Kings - Venom

They say the screams of terror from

The dying slaves and the loyal

We’re drowned out by the noise from

The blazing fires and sandstone walls

Which separated them from the

Procession outside who chanted

And sang aloud on this their most

Ceremonious of nights

Spirit of pharaohs — Rise to

The stars

Their mortal shell stays — In the

Valley of the Kings

Worship the pharaohs — Children

Of gods

Their earthly symbols — In the Valley

Of the Kings

The unheard cries of the tortured

Souls lay buried deep in the bowels

Made thick unearthly air with a sense

Of sinister foreboding

Even the cold night sky saw not a

Cloud nor star was moving

Caught in the crossfire of sadness and

Fear of the pyramid

In the Valley of the Kings